Thalia's 2nd grade teacher sends home a packet of graded work each week to be reviewed by the parent(s) in a reusable envelope that must be signed to show that you really did give it a look. We never know what to expect when we open the envelope. Some weeks, it's all check-pluses and "Terrifics." Others, it's "Do Over" or "See Me," which usually means a concept wasn't quite grasped the first time. Yesterday, the envelope yielded Thalia's One Wish.
A few weeks ago, the teacher asked each student to write a short essay elaborating on "If I could make one wish. . . ". This is what she wrote (spelling has been corrected because I can't stand misspelled words, even from a 2nd grader!):
If I could make one wish I would wish for everyone to care for each other. I think people will be more kind if people were more nice. Caring is important because I know people can act nice and kind and be caring. Even to people that you don't know. That's why I want to wish for people to care for each other. ~ Thalia
Immediate warm fuzzies. I almost bawled right there in front of her. I tried several times to tell her how proud I was, but I couldn't quite get the words out because I was just so proud and moved and teary-eyed. She was pleased with my reaction.
I turned the assignment over and read her teacher's comments:
105. Excellent. You are one of only two people who wished for something for others and not themselves. (Smiley face).
Of course that set me off again, smiling and sputtering and trying to tell her again how wonderful her One Wish truly was. Yesterday was one of those days when I thought maybe we're doing something right in our home after all.